From Olathe to Lawrence

The day after Thanksgiving we woke up to happy children.  Rose turned up the cuteness volume and performed "Little Mermaid" for anyone who would listen.

 

"Ebreytang"

I couldn't resist the soft light of the sunroom and made my kids sit as still as they could for a few pictures.

Dale is wearing his "fast socks."

 

They got over that quickly, so we were off to the nearby mall to see, (and hide), from Santa.  I was unable to get any photos of that experience due to the two frightened children grasping at my body, and the picture we bought from the mall people was not good.  Not good at all.  Nope.  But here's some cute pics of Dale, Rose, and their cousins playing on disgusting germ infested mall thingies.

 

Matthew, Mary with strange animal doobobber, Mary with alien boyfriend.

 

This hat made it to our house, in case anyone is missing it.

 

On our way back home that evening, we somehow ran into Santa again in Lawrence.  This time he was stuck on top of Weavers department store, and we just happened to be the last car to be trapped before a firetruck came to rescue Santa Claus.  As Santa came down the ladder, I saw him wave and shout "Merry Christmas!" just to Dale.  Oh the wide eyes and smiles!

 

 

Once we knew Santa would be okay, we headed to Rudy's for dinner, because where else would we go? 

 

Mark and I used to eat at Rudy's almost every week in college, so it holds a special place in our memories.  It's fun to be able to share it with our kids.  Besides, it is the best pizza in town.  Hands down.